Bleeding Heart, Vanishing Soul
by Koinaka
Summary: A year after Kurt's husband vanished without a trace, he returns bringing with him demons, angels, and the impending Apocalypse.
1. Chapter 1

Once again, I was struck by my muse! I am also working on new chapters of my other crossovers, but decided to write this since it came into my head.

Warnings: Spoilers for Supernatural 4X20. AU for some of Jimmy's history. All aired episodes of Glee are fair game, but this is a future!fic for Glee which makes it AU for that as well. Also, the Glee timeline is all screwed up. Basically just forget it about what year it is, and you'll be fine.

Pairings: Kurt/Jimmy, past mentions of both Jimmy/Amelia and Kurt/Blaine, _maybe _some Kurt/Castiel in the future, also mentions of Burt/Carole, Finn/Rachel, Sam/Ruby, and Dean/Lisa.

Bleeding Heart, Vanishing Soul

By _Koinaka_

Well in case you failed to notice,  
In case you failed to see,  
This is my heart bleeding before you,  
This is me down on my knees, and...

These foolish games are tearing me apart,  
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.  
You're breaking my heart.  
—_Foolish Games,_ _Jewel_

Kurt met Jimmy on a Monday morning.

Kurt hated Monday mornings. In particular, he hated cold wintry Monday mornings—cold _rainy _wintry Monday mornings in which he had to somehow make it to class by eight o'clock. He also hated when he was running late which he was—desperately, horribly late—and sure to be even later because there was no way he would make it through this morning without a caffeine drip.

He stopped at his favorite coffee shop for his usual large nonfat soy mocha with no whip—_thankyouverymuch—_only to discover that the morning barista was an idiot who took twice as long to make the drink and then didn't even manage to make it properly. He was about to let loose on what was sure to be a verbal lashing when someone tugged on his coat.

"I, uh, think they mixed ours up. This is yours, right?"

The first thing Kurt noticed about the man who was holding his cup of coffee was his eyes. They were blue—startlingly blue. The second thing that he noticed about him was that though he was extremely attractive he had obviously gotten dressed in the dark as he was currently wearing two different shoes.

He stood there for a moment trying to decide whether or not to mention the mismatched shoes before finally nodding. "Yes, thank you."

The man flashed him a wide smile as they switched their cups around. "I'm useless before my first cup of coffee," the man confessed. "I was on the train from Chicago when I noticed that I was wearing one black shoe and one brown shoe."

"Some mornings are just difficult," Kurt conceded.

The man nodded eagerly. "Oh, yeah, you could say that again. Claire—that's my daughter—insisted on wearing all yellow today to match her rain boots. _Apparently," _he said with a fond smile, "it is necessary for your shoes to match your clothing. I have to admit that I've never been chastised for my lack of fashion sense by a six year old before. She would get a kick out of my predicament."

"A girl after my own heart," Kurt said. "She's right, you know. Your choice in clothing—shoe mishap not withstanding—is deplorable."

The two shared a smile and a laugh.

What Kurt should have done next was to thank the man once again and then head on his way. If he had left then and ran, he might have made it to campus before the class ended. What he did instead was to spend the morning tucked away in the coffee shop with the man who, it turned out, was a thirty-three year old widower named Jimmy Novak.

Ten years later, and Kurt's life was light years away from the life he had expected to have after graduating college. He had expected glamour, fame, fortune, etc. Never in a million years had he ever expected to fall in love with his polar opposite. They made quite a pair: Kurt with his meticulous attention to detail and theatrical tendencies and Jimmy with his absentmindedness and his regularity. Some of their friends joked that Jimmy was the only thing anchoring Kurt to earth—and Kurt agreed. Without Jimmy he had no doubt that he would never have completed his Masters or actually begun a career in opera.

Somehow they made it work, but it hadn't always been easy. When they first moved in together, Jimmy had been a single father working his way through his PhD, and Kurt had been on the verge of starting his own advance degree. There had been plenty of hard times back then. Jimmy spent his days selling ad time for a local a.m. radio stations and his nights writing his dissertation while Kurt spent his days either in classes or giving vocal lessons and his nights helping Claire with her homework and singing in Chicago's Lyric Opera Chorus. Money was tight and both men were lucky if they were able to sleep a handful of hours each night. Combined with the fact that their families weren't exactly supportive of their relationship—Kurt's dad because of the difference in their ages and Jimmy's because of Kurt's gender—and it often felt like it was them against the world because all they had was each other and Claire.

As time went on, things got easier for them. They graduated and went on to their respective fields—Jimmy obtaining a teaching position at Northwestern where they had both graduated from and Kurt working a series of part-time position while he continued to sing in the Chorus and audition for roles at both Lyric Opera and anywhere else that he could. Kurt landed one small role and then another before finally landing his first principal role. Eventually they were able to buy a home and even start their own family, and while they might not be able to legally marry one another, they both considered themselves very much married.

But now the life that they had built together was threatening to topple over, and there wasn't anything Kurt could do to stop it because the man he loved—the man he'd married and started a family with—was literally falling apart in front of him.

It had started with a series of headaches, and then a seizure, and before Kurt knew it, Jimmy was talking about someone named Castiel and about God's plan for him.

The first time he had heard Jimmy utter that phrase, Kurt had been beyond exasperated for one simple reason: religion had always been a point of contention between the two of them.

At first it had been just something that they would debate over coffee or sometimes wine depending on the situation, all abstract ideas and philosophy. Later, as they grew more serious, became more committed to one another, it was Jimmy inviting him to Mass every Sunday or to the GLBTQ Bible studies on Saturday afternoon. Jimmy hadn't pressured him to go or anything like that—in fact he had gone so far as to assure Kurt that both his priest and the other members of the church were extremely open-minded and accepting—but Kurt, unfortunately, been less than receptive. Eventually they had agreed to each practice—or not practice—how they wanted without repercussion or judgment from either side.

Every so often though they would get into disagreements about something or another related to religion. The names of their twins, for example, had caused quite a few quasi-arguments. They had begun discussing possible baby names nearly the moment they discovered that their surrogate was pregnant. Their arguments only escalated when they found out they were having not one but _two _bundles of joy. Then had come the entire circumcision debacle followed closely by the debate on whether or not to christen them.

Even though they had managed compromise on each of those issues, Kurt—far from perfect as he would attest to—was often left feeling bitter and guilty in even parts. So that was why the first time that he heard his husband tell him that "God" had some magnificent plan for him that he hadn't been able to stop himself from laughing in Jimmy's face.

The second time it wasn't quite so funny. Nor the third. By the fourth time, Kurt was understandably upset.

There was only a month until his first performance as Papageno in _The Magic Flute_, and rehearsal that day had been brutal. Add in his commute from Chicago to their home in Evanston, and Kurt was done. He wanted nothing more than to eat dinner, spend time with his family, take a _very _long bath, and fall in bed asleep—not necessarily in that order. Instead he had come home to complete chaos. The nanny had dropped Elijah and Joshua, their fifteen month old twins, off early which meant they were currently running amuck in the house with Claire following along behind them best as she could. The house was a mess, and there was no sign of dinner preparation. Jimmy, seemingly oblivious to the chaos, was holed up in the den watching a program one of those Evangelical channels that was talking about angels.

"God has a plan for me," Jimmy said when he noticed Kurt standing in the doorway.

"And what," Kurt asked, his mouth twisted into a frown, "is 'God's' great plan for you?"

When Jimmy looked at him, everything about him—his face, his countenance—was completely serene. "I'm going to help save the world."

The words had reached Kurt through a fog of disbelief. "You… you've got to be kidding," he said, his voice a little breathy.

And yet there was no change in Jimmy's facial features or his even voice. "No, I'm not, Kurt. An angel appeared to me in my dreams last night and told me that I've been chosen."

There was a crash from the next room followed by Claire shrieking, "Ewww _gross!_" which signaled that there was probably an emergent diaper situation with one of the boys because while sixteen year old Claire was willing to help with her little brothers, she was _not _willing to change a diaper. He wiped a hand over his face. Obviously sleep would be a long time coming tonight.

"Enough with the lies, Jimmy," Kurt said, his voice a low hiss. He was about to stalk out of the room when he noticed Jimmy's state of dress or rather his state of undress as he was still wearing his pajamas. "Didn't you have classes today?"

Jimmy shrugged. "I canceled them."

"You canceled them," Kurt repeated. He took a deep breath. "Do I even want to know why?"

"I spent the day talking with Castiel."

Kurt's eyes narrowed. "And who, exactly, is Castiel?"

"He's the angel of the Lord that appeared to me last night. He says that God wants me—that I have a higher purpose—"

Disgusted, Kurt refused to listen to another word. He had to take care of the twins and make some semblance of a dinner before he would be able to finally get some much needed sleep.

Things went downhill quickly after that.

The next afternoon while he was at the park with the boys, Claire had called him absolutely hysterical. When he got home, he found his husband with his entire _arm _in a pot of _boiling _water muttering about how Castiel had wanted him to prove his faith.

A trip the emergency room led to a psych evaluation which then in turn led to a diagnosis that Jimmy scoffed at and pills that he refused to take. He wasn't going to work or helping take care of the kids or the house. Instead he went to Mass as often as he could and spent the rest of the time watching those angel "documentaries" on TV.

Then, the day that _The Magic Flute _was to begin, Jimmy vanished.

Kurt should have known something was going on because the night before had been wonderful. Like it had been before all of the talk about God and angels had begun. They'd made love for the first time in weeks and then spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other's arms.

"I love you, you know that, right?" he had asked Kurt before he drifted to sleep. "You and Claire and the boys are the most important things in my life. I will never let anything happen to you."

If Kurt had been more awake, he would have heard the desperation in his voice, but being half-awake as he was, he had dismissed it. "'Course, silly," he had sleepily replied. "Now, go to sleep. Big day tomorrow."

He was gone when Kurt woke up.

No note, nothing missing from the house other than a suit and the hideous trench coat refused to let him wear.

He had simply walked out the door and vanished into thin air.


	2. Chapter 2

Bleeding Heart, Vanishing Soul

By _Koinaka_

Well in case you failed to notice,  
In case you failed to see,  
This is my heart bleeding before you,  
This is me down on my knees, and...

These foolish games are tearing me apart,  
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.  
You're breaking my heart.  
—_Foolish Games,_ _Jewel_

Chapter Two_  
_

The first time Kurt thought he saw Jimmy was a month after his disappearance. He had been at the park with the twins waiting for Claire to finish with her piano lessons when he caught sight of a familiar figure sitting across the way on a park bench—a familiar figure wearing a trench coat.

In the time it took Kurt to gather the twins and their belongings up, he was gone.

The second time was over a month later when he was leaving rehearsal late one night. He didn't like Claire being alone with the twins with no transportation, so Kurt always took the train from Chicago to Evanston and left Claire with the Navigator when he had night-time rehearsals.

One thing after another led to the rehearsal running much later than usual, so it was nearly midnight when Kurt walked the short distance from the rehearsal hall to the train station. He was just about to board the train when he saw him. Kurt was halfway across the platform before he even had time to think.

"Jimmy!" he called as he hurried. The closer he got the more sure he felt that it _was _Jimmy, but when Kurt was finally able to make his way to where the man had been standing only moments ago, he was nowhere to be seen.

After each sighting, Kurt would dutifully call the detective in charge of Jimmy's case, Detective Montgomery, and tell him what he'd seen.

Detective Reginald "Reggie" Montgomery was a no nonsense detective who had spent the better part of three decades on the Chicago Police department before transferring to the Evanston Police Department. Since Jimmy's disappearance, Kurt had developed a rapport with the aging detective. Whether it was because Reggie's wife had a fondness for opera or because Jimmy had been a member of Reggie's church congregation, Kurt didn't know, but what he did know was that Reggie often went above and beyond the call of duty in regards to following any leads regarding Jimmy's disappearance.

However month after month went by with no further sighting and absolutely no credible leads, frustrating both Reggie and Kurt.

"People don't just disappear into thin air," Kurt insisted over coffee one day. It was the sixth month anniversary of Jimmy's disappearance, and he knew that with each passing day it became less and less likely that Jimmy would ever be found.

"No, they don't," Reggie agreed softly, his dark eyes full of sympathy. "I think that maybe it's time for you to seriously consider the fact that Jimmy isn't missing."

Kurt's breath hitched in his throat. When he spoke again, his voice wavered. "Meaning?"

Reggie gave Kurt a pointed look. "It's been six months, Kurt. If he were alive, don't you think that someone—anyone—would have seen him?"

"I _have _seen him!" Kurt exclaimed right away.

Reggie didn't seem convinced. "You _thought _you saw him, Kurt, but both times it was from a distance, and no one else has ever reported seeing him. It's time to accept the fact that he's not coming home," he paused. "Accept that fact that he can't come home because—"

"Don't say it," Kurt ground out, flinging his chair back and standing up abruptly. "He's not dead—he's not. I would know if he was."

Reggie called after him, but Kurt didn't stop until he was in his car. Then, and only then, did he allow himself to fall completely apart.

The next day the Evanston Police Department closed his case.

Kurt never stopped watching though, never stopped looking for him. He hung up flyers; offered rewards, everything he could think of to do, but still month after month went by with no news.

In the meantime, he did what he had to do so that he could go on with his life as best he could. He still had the boys and Claire to think about, so he tried to put on a happy face for them. The boys were growing by leaps and bounds. Claire was growing up as well, struggling to find her place in the world. Between orchestrating his, the twins' and Claire's schedules, he often didn't have much time to fall apart. He ran from the moment he woke up to the moment he fell asleep. Sometimes he thought he even ran after that since three mornings out of seven he woke up still feeling exhausted.

He wasn't completely alone, however, even if it often felt like he was. He had an amazing circle of friends and fellow cast members that he spent a ridiculous amount of time with due to his rehearsals and then his performances once the season opened. The twins' nanny, a former student of Jimmy's named Ashleigh was also a complete godsend. Not to mention the members of Jimmy's congregation. It was almost comical because before his disappearance, Kurt hadn't ever stepped foot inside the walls of his church, but now that he was gone, Kurt attended regularly. Not because he had had a profound revelation about God being real or anything of the sort but because he felt closest to Jimmy when he was there. Plus, he knew how important it was to Jimmy that Claire and the boys be raised in the church. Kurt had always fought tooth and nail for the kids to be allowed to make their own decision once they were old enough, but now, with Jimmy gone, it seemed like such a silly argument. It hadn't even seemed to matter in the least that he'd never attended before because everyone there—the women especially—took him under their wings. Thanks to them, the boys always had a plethora of play dates to choose from, and Kurt had more child-rearing advice than he would ever possibly need.

But he needed more than a support system because underneath it all he was lonely—unbearably lonely. Every so often he would hear from one of his old friends—from Mercedes or Tina or even from Rachel a time or two—but it was never enough. His relationship with his dad was rocky at best. Like Reggie, he didn't think Jimmy was missing, but unlike Reggie, he thought that Jimmy had just left, had just walked away from his family.

"He would _never_ do that," Kurt swore hotly the first time his dad had mentioned it—only weeks after his disappearance.

"He wasn't himself, Kurt, you said that yourself. He was sick. Maybe—"

Kurt cut him off. "You're right, he was sick. That's why it is imperative that we find him, Dad, because something is obviously wrong. He wouldn't just leave—he wouldn't. He loves me. He loves us. I know he does."

"I'm not saying that he doesn't," his dad said then. "All I'm sayin' is that maybe you should consider the possibility that he just… needed a break from everything."

"No. He didn't leave because he needed a break."

His dad sighed. "How do you know?"

"Because I _know_. He didn't take any money with him or any clothes other than what he was wearing. If—and it's a big if—he had packed up his things and cleared out his bank account, then maybe I would give your idea some consideration, but he didn't. "

They never talked about it again. In fact, they hardly spoke at all, and when they did their conversations were always stilted and nearly always centered on the boys or Finn and Rachel's daughter, Esther.

As the first anniversary of Jimmy's disappearance drew closer, Kurt began to lose hope. With every passing day, it became likelier that Jimmy wasn't coming home either because he couldn't—because he was, like Reggie thought, dead—or because he simply didn't want to.

And then he did.

It happened on a Friday afternoon. Growing up Friday nights had always been family nights at the Hummel house. That was one tradition that Kurt and Jimmy had adopted as their own when they moved in together and then, later, when they married. Kurt had kept up with them even after Jimmy went missing unless he had a performance to go to. When Jimmy was there, they always ended up piled together in the living room watching movies and eating junk food. Since his disappearance, however, Kurt and Claire steered clear of that. They did activities instead, and since Claire enjoyed crafts, they did a lot of that. They scrapbooked or made jewelry while the boys did their own toddler friendly crafts. Their most recent activity was cake decorating.

They were in the middle of decorating a cake—well, Kurt and Claire were decorating a cake, the boys were decorating _themselves_ with cake while the newest addition to the family, the eight week old yellow Labrador puppy Kurt had been coerced into buying the previous week, licked cake off of them—when the doorbell rang.

Kurt exchanged a look with Claire as chaos descended around them. The doorbell ringing had startled Lucy, the puppy, which caused Elijah to cry.

"Are you expecting anyone?" Kurt asked, scooping up Elijah with one arm.

Claire shook her head. "No."

Kurt sighed and headed to the door, soothing Elijah as he did. Not even bothering to look out the peephole, he opened the door and froze.

Standing in front of him, looking like he had the day he left, was Jimmy.


	3. Chapter 3

A little short, I know, but seemed like a good place to end it. Next chapter is when the demons are gonna hit the fan!

Bleeding Heart, Vanishing Soul

By _Koinaka_

Well in case you failed to notice,  
In case you failed to see,  
This is my heart bleeding before you,  
This is me down on my knees, and...

These foolish games are tearing me apart,  
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.  
You're breaking my heart.  
—_Foolish Games,_ _Jewel_

Kurt was met with warring impulses. Even though he had a million questions that he wanted to ask, he also wanted to throw his arms around his husband and cry with relief because he was okay, because he was there, so that was exactly what he did. He surged forward, causing Elijah to fuss in protest at being jostled, and pressed his lips against Jimmy's. Jimmy hesitated briefly before wrapping one of his arms around Kurt's waist and tangling the other in the soft hair at the nape of Kurt's neck. When they parted, Kurt leaned his forehead against Jimmy's, his breathing rough and unsteady. They stayed like that for several seconds until the implication of Jimmy standing there unharmed and seemingly healthy hit him—his dad had been right.

"You're alive," he said with a trembling voice as he moved away. "We thought you were dead—I thought you were dead."

Jimmy's eyes, bright with unshed tears, flitted from Kurt's face to Elijah before flitting back to Kurt. "I'm so sorry," he said. He moved as if to touch Elijah, but Elijah, wanting no part of that, burrowed closer to Kurt. Jimmy's hand dropped to his side and a pained look settled onto his face.

Kurt's first instinct was to comfort Jimmy, to tell him that Elijah was just wary of strangers, and even though Jimmy _wasn't _a stranger, not really, a year was a long time for a toddler, so he was a stranger now. Instead he said nothing. He just stared at his husband, studying every inch of his face. He looked the same, eerily the same, but there was something there that hadn't been there before. Kurt couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but he knew it was there.

"Can I come in?" Jimmy asked at last.

Kurt blinked. The house. Yes, they should go inside because it was awfully cold outside and Elijah was wearing only a diaper. Only…only Kurt wasn't sure that he _should _inviteJimmy into the house because how would Claire and Joshua react to seeing their missing father?

"Yes, of course," was what he said instead. "Just…give me a minute. I need to…" he trailed off ineffectively. He didn't wait for a response before ducking back into the house.

No sooner had he closed the door did Claire poke her head out from around the entrance of the kitchen. She looked immensely relieved to see him.

"Thank _God_, you're back, Dad," she said, moving into the living room with a struggling Joshua on her hip. "I turned my back for just _one _second and somehow Joshua managed to pull the entire cake off the counter. Luckily it didn't land on him, but it did land on Lucy and now she's covered in—what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

Kurt hadn't even realized he was crying until she pointed it out. He wiped his eyes and took a deep breath. "I need you to take your brothers upstairs and give them a bath. Can you do that for me? I'll clean up the mess in the kitchen. Don't worry about it."

Claire looked like she wanted nothing more than to protest, but she must have gathered that something was going on from the way Kurt looked because she just nodded, her blue eyes—the same color as Jimmy's—straying over to the front door for just a second before fixing back onto him. "Yeah, sure," she said.

Kurt transferred Elijah from his arms into Claire's and waited until the three of them were safely upstairs before turning back to the door.

"I'm sorry; it's kind of a mess tonight. Ashleigh's had the week off, and I have had rehearsals nearly every night, so…well, it's just been crazy," Kurt babbled nervously as Jimmy stepped into the house and directly onto a stuffed animal.

The living room was probably the cleanest room downstairs at the moment, but he didn't want Claire to stumble across them unaware, so they headed into the kitchen which was, as Claire had told him, covered in cake. At the epicenter of the mess was Lucy. The puppy was not only covered in cake, but attempting to eat her weight in cake as well. Kurt sighed and scooped her up, depositing the messy puppy into her kennel before turning back to Jimmy who was sitting at the table watching him intently.

A wave of exhaustion hit Kurt then and he sank down into the chair across from his husband. He had been struggling to do things on his own for so long and now, miraculously, Jimmy was back, but instead of being relieved by his return, Kurt was angry because where had he been for the last year?

"We've been looking for you for nearly a year," he said, never taking his eyes off of Jimmy lest he disappear again. "I was so sure that something terrible must have happened to you because the Jimmy I knew and loved would never just walk away from his family. My dad—he thought maybe you needed a break, but I never believed him because I was just so sure that you wouldn't have left me—us—if you could help it. I guess I was wrong. Did you ever once stop to think about me or the boys? About Claire? Do you have any idea what we've gone through this year thinking you were _dead_?"

Jimmy leaned over and wiped a tear drop off his cheek. "Please don't cry. God, I'm so sorry," he repeated once again. "I know I should have called, but I was in a psych clinic."

"A psych clinic," Kurt repeated skeptically. "Which one? Because I've been in contact with all of the clinics in Evanston, and a lot of the ones in Chicago, and none of them had ever heard of you or had any patients resembling you."

"I was at a clinic in Pontiac."

Pontiac was where Jimmy's parents lived. Kurt hadn't even thought of looking there because Jimmy hadn't talked to his parents in years, not since they had moved in together.

"I just…I wanted to get myself straight before seeing you, Kurt. I love you and Claire and the boys. You have to believe me. You're the most important things in my life, but I was so messed up. I was completely delusional. I thought that God had some big plan for me, that I was special, important, but I was wrong. Heaven, hell, none of that matters anymore. You and the kids are the only things that matter to me."

Kurt let out a harsh little sound that was a cross between a sob and a laugh because Jimmy had been messed up. It may have been a year ago, but he could remember it like it was yesterday. The strange things his husband had done, the things he had said about God's plan and Castiel the angel's plan for him. The doctor who had diagnosed Jimmy had been quick to tell Kurt that sometimes, when people developed schizophrenia, their delusions were based on religious beliefs, but from what Kurt knew there was no cure for schizophrenia. There were medications, yes, that could improve his quality of life and help him reach normalcy, but there was nothing that would just "fix" everything.

"And are you 'straight' now? Are you taking your medication? Did the clinic give you a referral to a doctor here?"

"Yes," he said, taking in a shaky breath and running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "I know that I can't undo what I've done, but I just…. I just want to come home."

Kurt wanted nothing more than for him to come home, but he had to think about the kids. They needed stability in their lives. He didn't want to let Jimmy back in only to have a repeat of the previous year. He had to know that Jimmy was going to make the effort.

"If…" Kurt started, his voice wavering slightly. He wiped the tears off his face and continued. "I want you to come home, Jimmy, but I have to know that you're going to do everything it takes to stay healthy, that you're going to take your medication, and do whatever your doctor tells you to do. I can't let you come back if you don't because I'm not sure if I would be able to go through what I've gone through this year again—all of the worrying, not knowing whether you were dead or alive, struggling to take care of three kids by myself. You have to promise me that if I let you come back, you'll do whatever it takes to stay."

"Of course," Jimmy said immediately, his voice low and fervent. "I'll do anything—whatever it takes—to prove to you that I'm serious about this. There is nowhere I would rather be than right here."

Kurt took a deep breath, his mind whirling. There was a part of him—that sound suspiciously like his father—that was screaming about what a huge mistake he was making, but the other part—the larger part—couldn't even _fathom_ being apart from Jimmy now that he was back. "I—Okay," he said after a moment.

A bright smile spread across Jimmy's face as he leaned over the table and pulled Kurt into his arms. He buried his head into Kurt's neck, wetting his skin with his tears, and repeating, "I love you," over and over again.


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